Super God Golden Crow Record

Chapter 57 Middle Stage of Divine Transformation

Zhao Chen left the Angel Nebula and began his journey north.

He found a deserted star field and stopped. Zhao Chen sat cross-legged in the void, his body ignited with pure Yang true fire to resist the cold air and various forms of radiation in the universe.

Then he began to absorb the power of the surrounding stars.

After years of fighting, he had devoured a large amount of low-grade metals and the corpses of angels, and his energy was already saturated. He was just one step away from completing this final task.

As Zhao Chen activated the "Great Sun Golden Crow True Explanation," his body shone with golden light, and he began to frantically absorb the power of billions of stars around him.

One day, two days, three days.

Zhao Chen's body seemed to turn into a black hole, and the surrounding starlight began to twist, deviate, and converge towards him. The starlight from afar, which should have been a straight line, now seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand and rushed towards him.

Countless stellar powers, like blue threads, rushed into Zhao Chen's body, merging with the abundant magical power already accumulated within him, and finally transforming into a torrent that surged towards the barrier of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm.

On the seventh day, Zhao Chen's bottleneck in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm finally loosened.

Zhao Chen didn't rush to break through. He continued to absorb and accumulate power. Although the power of the stars was vast, it was too weak for Zhao Chen; he needed a large enough quantity to break through the bottleneck. His body was constantly tempered in the starlight, and a faint golden pattern appeared on his skin—the marks left when the Great Sun Golden Crow True Explanation was circulated to its limit within his body.

As more and more energy accumulated, the boundary barrier began to shake violently, appearing somewhat shaky.

On the fifteenth day, this barrier finally gave way, exploding within Zhao Chen's body with a deafening roar, and the barrier itself vanished.

Zhao Chen's aura suddenly surged, and the golden flames around him shot into the sky. He finally broke through and steadily stepped into the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm!

Opening his eyes, two golden beams shot from Zhao Chen's pupils, piercing through the darkness of the void and finally disappearing into the endless starlight. He tried moving his fingers, feeling the surging power within him, which he felt was more than twice as strong as before.

Standing up, Zhao Chen silently circulated the Golden Crow Escape Light within his body and continued flying north.

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About ten days later, Zhao Chen arrived at the border of the Angelic forces.

This place should have been home to angelic patrols and fortifications, but now there's nothing left. The outposts are empty, the defenses have been withdrawn, and even the communication equipment has been shut down. Hua Ye has withdrawn all his forces to the vicinity of Tiancheng Star, leaving the border a complete no-man's-land.

He landed on the largest planet in the vicinity, and as soon as his fiery eyes swept across the surface, his brows furrowed.

The ground was littered with corpses.

There were corpses of all kinds: orcs, half-orcs, dwarves, and wild beasts. The only thing they had in common was their gruesome deaths. Their bodies were all torn apart by sharp claws, appearing as bloody messes, some gnawed away to the skeleton. A strong fluctuation of void energy lingered in the air.

Void creatures.

Hua Ye withdrew all the border guards, completely disregarding the lives of the local indigenous people. Without the border's obstruction, the creatures from the Void Realm began to flood in on a massive scale.

Zhao Chen's golden crow escape light shone brightly, and he flew towards the direction with the most concentrated energy fluctuations.

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An orc tribe is under siege.

Void centipedes surged in from all directions, their purple carapaces gleaming coldly in the firelight, their legs like blades, and their mouthparts dripping with slime. A group of orc warriors were desperately resisting, wielding iron axes and stone hammers. Every time an orc fell, a swarm of void centipedes would pounce on him, tearing him apart and devouring him.

Suddenly, a golden light descended from the sky.

The Pure Yang True Fire exploded in the air, engulfing several Void Centipedes. Their shells cracked instantly, and their bodies turned to ashes with a shriek. The flames spread outwards from Zhao Chen, simultaneously igniting more than a dozen other Void Creatures around him.

Zhao Chen landed on the ground and conjured dozens of golden fire spears with a wave of his hand. The spears precisely pierced through each of the void creatures. In about three breaths, all the void creatures around the tribe had been wiped out.

Zhao Chen put away his Pure Yang True Fire and stood in the middle of the ruins. All that remained were charred houses, shriveled corpses, and shattered weapons. The air was thick with the smell of burning and blood.

Zhao Chen's sharp eyes swept across the entire village—fewer than twenty people were still alive.

Survivors slowly peeked out from behind the ruins. There were orcs, half-orcs, and several humanoid creatures of unknown race. Their eyes were filled with fear and bewilderment at these unknown beings.

An elderly orc, leaning on a cane, walked out and knelt down shakily in front of Zhao Chen.

"My lord... thank you so much for saving our lives."

Zhao Chen looked at him, then at the survivors around him. There were fewer than twenty people left, mostly the elderly, women, and children; very few of the young and strong remained.

"Are there any other people here?" he asked.

The old orc shook his head. "Gone. They're all dead. Those monsters came down from the sky, and there was nothing we could do. Swords couldn't cut them, arrows couldn't pierce them, and we couldn't outrun them." His voice trembled. "My lord, do you know what those things were?"

"Void creatures," Zhao Chen said.

The old orc might not understand the word, but he understood the heaviness in Zhao Chen's tone.

"My lord, could you... stay?" The old orc raised his head, a pleading look in his cloudy eyes. "We may have nothing now, but we can work for you, be your servants. We'll do whatever you say. None of us want to die."

Zhao Chen fell silent.

He looked into the distance. There were still many signs of life on this planet, many villages. And the void creatures weren't just coming in this wave; if he left, they would return.

He remembered his purpose in leaving the Angel Nebula—to seek opportunities, to break through his cultivation level, and to find something that could make him stronger. But now, a group of orcs, who couldn't even defeat void creatures, knelt before him, begging him to stay and protect them.

Zhao Chen took a deep breath and made a decision.

"Get up, I'm not leaving," he said.

The old orc was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears.

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For the next month, Zhao Chen stayed on this planet.

He began leading the survivors, clearing the void creatures from village to village. In each place, he rescued people, slayed monsters, and devoured them. His fame spread quickly across the planet—golden flames, a black gun, a hero rescuing people from the jaws of unknown creatures.

More and more people came to him.

Orcs, half-orcs, werewolves, lizardmen, and some other races Zhao Chen couldn't name. They were discriminated against by the angels and banished to desolate planets on the border to fend for themselves. After the angels' defenses collapsed, void creatures became their greatest threat.

Zhao Chen accepted them all.

He organized those capable of fighting into teams and taught them the most basic combat skills. In every battle, he charged to the front and personally took action, eliminating the toughest void creatures and leaving the rest for the team to practice on.

After a month, he had more than 300 combat-ready soldiers under his command, and had rescued more than a thousand elderly, weak, women and children.

They called Zhao Chen "Sir," "Hero," and "Savior." But Zhao Chen didn't allow them to call him that.

"Just call me Zhao Chen," he said.

But still, no one dared to call Zhao Chen by his given name.

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In the second month, Zhao Chen began to teach them cultivation.

It wasn't some profound technique, but rather the most basic breathing exercise—absorbing the power from food to temper the body. While these orcs and half-orcs weren't as physically strong as angels, they had one advantage: their bodies were naturally weapons. The orcs' strength, the half-orcs' agility, and the werewolves' claws—once tempered to a certain degree, they could easily contend with low-level void creatures.

Zhao Chen used his magic to open their meridians and used the energy converted from his Devouring Talent to cleanse their marrow. If once wasn't enough, he tried twice, and if twice wasn't enough, he tried three times. His cultivation was now at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, which was more than enough to cleanse the marrow of these ordinary beastmen.

The first batch of cultivators showed significant improvement after a month. Their strength had nearly doubled, their speed had doubled, and their skin's defense had increased. Although they were still far from being as powerful as angels, they could at least contend with small void creatures.

Watching them sweat profusely on the training field, Zhao Chen suddenly felt that this path might be the right one.

To possess one's own power, one cannot rely solely on oneself; one needs countless subordinates willing to follow one's lead.

Many people are suffering on this planet. Beyond this planet, there are countless other planets, countless races, and even more void creatures.

He needs more manpower and greater strength.

"Go and meet them," Zhao Chen said. "Tell them that if they want to live, they should come with me."

The orc warrior accepted the order and withdrew, leading a group of people northward.